Harry's Perfect Life2

A/N: The second part.

Chapter 1: A Pleasant Surprise

Harry was very nervous. Only recently he had faced his old enemy Voldemort. With the return of his servant, Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort had returned to Dumbledore had power. said that the best thing to do was to go back to the Dursley's for the first part of the summer. So Harry lay awake on his bed hoping for some new from Dumbledore. Tomorrow was his birthday and that meant summer was almost over. Yet Harry had still heard nothing from Hogwarts or Sirius, his godfather. Sighing Harry decided that he should get some rest and rolled over and fell asleep.

The next morning Harry was woke up to a shrill voice screeching, "Get up boy! Now!!" At breakfast they completely ignored Harry and the fact that it was his fifteen birthday. In fact, the only time Harry had been noticed at all was when his aunt had told him to do the dishes. As Harry was washing the dishes, seriously thinking of finishing them by magic, the doorbell rang. Harry heard his uncle grunt as Vernon got up and answered the door.

"Hello," a young voice floated into the kitchen, "My car broke down, and I was wondering if I could use your phone."

"Sure," Vernon grunted, "It's in the kitchen." A few minutes later a young woman, around the age of twenty-five, came into the kitchen. She had pretty auburn hair and greenish blue eyes. Smiling at him, she went over to the phone and dialed a long number.

"Hello? Professor Dumbledore?" the woman asked. Harry nearly dropped a plate and stared at the girl.

"Yes, I've found him. At the moment I would think he's doing the breakfast dishes," she smiled once more at him before talking into the phone again.

"I have no idea, however, how to get him out of this house. What? Oh, you think the direct approach will work the best? All right, I'll try it. Good bye Professor. What? Yes, you have a good day too." She turned to Harry.

"Hello Harry," she said, "I'm Vivian. I've come to take you to Hogwarts."

"Oh," Harry said realizing that his mouth had been open, "All right." Vivian nodded and led the way out of the kitchen.

"Did you finish making your call . . . " Vernon asked.

"Vivian, and I don't think we should beat around the bush Mr. Dursley," Vivian said pulling out a wand, "Professor Dumbledore wants Harry to come to Hogwarts early and I've come to take him there." Harry was impressed. Not many people had the courage to talk to Vernon Dursley in that tone of voice.

"Oh, of course," Vernon stammered staring at the wand, "Whatever you say." Still holding her wand Vivian looked at Harry.

"Where's your school stuff, Harry?"

"In the cupboard under the stairs," Harry replied hardly believing his luck. He was finally going to Hogwarts! Vivian opened the door to the cupboard and levitated Harry's trunk. She then proceeded to walk out of the house with Harry, the trunk, and the stares of three frightened Dursley's trailing after her.

In Vivian's car, Harry had a lot of questions, but could tell from Vivian's expression that she didn't want to answer any questions. She turned on the radio and was silent throughout the whole car ride. Finally they stopped at a big out in the middle of no where.

"Here we are," Vivian said cheerfully as she levitated Harry's trunk up the steps of the front porch.

"I thought we were going to Hogwarts?" a very confused Harry asked.

"Dumbledore wants us to stay here for awhile. Come on in." Harry walked into the house and was greeted by a very happy looking Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. Harry found out from them that this was Remus' house and that Dumbledore would be arriving tomorrow. Harry was shown to his bedroom and allowed time to settle in. Once he was settled Harry looked at the clock, which read 10:00 PM. Deciding that he wasn't tired, Harry decided to take a walk. He took his wand which provided light and walked down the hall. Suddenly Harry heard voices drifting up the stairs from the kitchen.

"When are you going to tell him?" Sirius' voice asked.

"As soon as Dumbledore arrives. I just hope Harry understands," Vivian's voice sounded worried.

"What on earth would Vivian have to tell me," Harry wondered as he walked back to his bedroom.

"Ah, well," he thought as he crawled into his bed, "I guess I'll find out about it tomorrow."